Please forgive me for I have
not washed the one-way windows or
vacuumed up my petty crimes or
rinsed off all the hard winter stains
on a dirty daily sink stacked with
unhappy customers waiting for my
repentant service when all I really want
to do is wipe that smug smile off your
face as you run a gloved finger along the
line of condemnation that rests just above
my conscience where I can’t see it but I
know it’s there and you can kiss my cold
leftovers because I’m not sorry at all.
*This is my attempt at today’s writing prompt on the NaPoWriMo website assigning us to write a “New York School” poem based on this recipe. My subject matter probably didn’t get too close but at least you know what state my house is in while writing a poem every day.
I’m writing a poem every day in April as part of NaPoWriMo’s celebration of National Poetry Month. Won’t you join me in poetry?